Eighteen-year-old Nephi Norton goes to Falcon Pointe University to find himself. Away from his conservative family, he hopes to discover if his attraction to men is the real deal. Encouraged to be someone a little different, he starts using his middle name. “Rafe” quickly makes friends, some of whom use a paddle to dispense caring discipline, and he lives it up—until midterms hit and he realizes he’s flunking statistics class.

When Scotland native Éigneachán Jackson Levlin offers to help, Rafe is eager to accept—not only because Levlin is a psychologist, but also because he’s out and proud and hot as hell.

As their relationship heats up, Rafe decides to spend one last Christmas with his family before he tells them. When his little sister outs him to his siblings, they turn out to be fully supportive, and he takes heart—until he introduces Levlin to his father, who brutally dismisses both of them. Now Rafe must come to peace with his father’s rejection or risk losing Levlin—and all he has become at Falcon Pointe—forever.

…Rafe felt a freedom in Falcon Pointe he had never had before. He could appreciate a guy walking by without being worried someone might notice. How could he go back to his family and act like a straight guy?

He had no clue how long Levlin held him, but finally his breathing evened out, and he became aware of Levlin’s heart beating as Rafe leaned against his chest. Levlin’s soft breath ghosted over his hair. Slowly Rafe drew back and looked around him. He was surprised to realize they were parked in a garage. “Where are we?”

“My house. Want to see it?”

Rafe nodded. They got out of the car and went inside. “Wow.” They walked in through the kitchen, but the kitchen was part of a great room that filled half the first floor. A huge picture window looked out over the trees. Rafe walked up to it and looked out at the forest. “It’s like nobody else is around.”

Rafe looked at the long living room area, where two sofas and two armchairs faced a stone fireplace. “Nice.”

“I get power outages out here, and the fireplace keeps this place cozy. Would you like something to drink? I’ve got water, milk, apple juice, and orange soda.”

Rafe really could have used a beer, but he shook his head. “Naw. I’m good.”

Suddenly he was nervous, and he wasn’t quite sure why. He rubbed his palms together in front of him and fidgeted from foot to foot.

A noise came from his left, and he turned to see Levlin smiling at him. “I’m not going to jump you, Rafe.”

Heat flooded his cheeks, and Rafe shook his head. “I know. I just….” He let out an embarrassed laugh. “It’s gonna sound crazy.” And he knew that because it sounded insane in his head. “Back home I never would have been allowed alone in a house with a girl I wasn’t related to. And here I am, alone with you. Given that I like guys, it just feels weird. As if my mother will pop up somewhere and start lecturing me.”

Levlin took his hand, led him to one of the sofas, sat down, and tugged on Rafe’s hand until he sat next to him. “I have no intention of ravishing you,” he said calmly and put an arm around Rafe’s shoulders. “I like you. I’m attracted to you, and do want to kiss you. But I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. Except spank you for not following the rules.”

Thianna Durston is a writer by day and supernova by night. Or at least that’s what the faeries tell her. And who is she to deny those pesky *cough* lovely little creatures?

She lives in the Pacific Northwest, though her heart belongs elsewhere. In the meantime, until she can return to the place she calls home, she happily lives in a city that still thinks it’s a small town. Thankfully, it has given her muse lots of amusing places to start a story.

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